Chapter 153: Pack Concerns
BROCK POV
The scream that echoed from the basement made my blood turn to ice.
I was leading pack patrol through Silver Peak’s forest when Lily’s voice tore through the night air—not just pain, but fear mixed with something inhuman. My wolf senses roared that our Guardian was in mortal danger.
"Back to the pack house!" I shouted to my patrol team. "Now!"
We ran through the trees, but something was wrong with the world around us. Colors looked different—too bright in some places, faded in others. The air itself felt thick and strange, like we were running underwater.
When we burst into the pack house clearing, I saw the trouble. The building was flickering like a broken light bulb, moving in and out of reality. One second it looked normal, the next it appeared to be made of crystal, then shadow, then something my eyes couldn’t even process.
"What’s happening?" gasped Maria, one of my watch wolves.
"It’s Lily," I said sadly. "She’s losing connection to our reality."
Through the pack house’s shifting walls, I could see other pack members trapped inside, looking scared as their home changed around them. Some were pressed against windows that sometimes weren’t there, shouting for help in voices that kept cutting out.
But worst of all was the basement, where Lily had been keeping the dimensional tears closed. Light poured from the windows down there—not regular light, but rainbow colors that hurt to look at directly.
"We have to get to her," I said, but as I reached the flickering building, my hand passed right through the front door.
We were being locked out of our own pack house because Lily was becoming something that didn’t fit in our world anymore.